Quotes About Obsession

Oh, the ongoing love affair between hair and mouths. Hair always goes for the mouth. The mouth opens, and hair says, "I'm going in! I'm going in!" like a manic cave diver.)

I want to follow him. I want to go where his show is and just lie on the sidewalk outside so he can trip over me. Okay? That's how pathetic I am now. You should be thrilled. I

DNA, you know, is Midas' gold. Everyone who touches it goes mad

The game he loved, that America loved, had passed him by, left him enamored more of its past than of its present or future. It had grown younger as he grew older.

She decided to sleep with him and get it over with. It was the only way. He had become an annoying jingle, striking in the shower, or at work, or just as she was falling asleep. She had to at least kiss him deeply and completely, in a way that left nothing behind. So she could move on. So she could stop imagining it. She couldn't keep losing herself to the jingle. It was impairing her ability to function.

A healthy pallor," qualified the other, who was a constant reader of novels.

Because Americans worship technology. It's an inherent trait in the national zeitgeist.

Anytime we trust an object or activity to give us life and meaning, we worship it.

Don't settle for one-night stands in the arms of a stranger. Be obsessed with your wedding date. Guard against forgetfulness. Be intolerant of memory lapses. Write yourself notes. Memorize verses. Do whatever you need to do to remember. " Aim at what is in heaven. Think only about the things in heaven" (Colossians 3:1–2).You are engaged to royalty, and your Prince is coming to take you home.

Not everyone is bound for a life of substance abuse and addiction—but the moment you think you're untouchable is the moment you're most likely headed for trouble. If you're going to be obsessed with something, make God your choice. That's a habit worth keeping.

La vida es un opio del que no se cansa uno nunca.

My obsession with pineapples nearly drove me mad. I dreamt of the days when I would be grown and able to buy a whole carton for myself alone. Although

She exists, Damon. There are women out there who crave what we can give them. Once you taste it, you can't ever let go of it

Like I'm beautiful. Like I'm the only woman who's ever affected you this way. Like in a room full of other women, you'd only see me.

If I have my way, you'll have her no longer.

Like I'm all powerful. Like I'm the only man. Like if you ever look at another man like that, I'd kill him.

You're under my skin. Can't get rid of you. Sometimes when I sleep . . . I can smell you," he admitted. "I can see your eyes and those cute glasses you wear. I wonder what it would feel like to run my fingers through your hair.

I can never get enough of you. I tell myself one more time. Just once. And it's never enough. It'll never be enough.

I'm a liar. And I can't stop thinking about boys.

But it's there. Just because I haven't told anyone doesn't mean it isn't there, all the time, lurking in the back of my mind, like one those NSync songs you can't get out of your head.

Tina is so mad at Charlotte Brontë. She says Jane Eyre ruined her life.

Okay, the cops are gone. I explained about my mother and her obsession with the transvestite killer. They didn't even get that mad.

Beautiful girls who love too much, as Lindsay appeared to have done, often meet unpleasant ends.

And after awhile of this my brain and my body and every single inch of me that was alive was flooded with the feeling that I was starving, starving for Edmond. And what a coincidence, that was the feeling I loved best in the world.